so i lay here
writing my manifesto
about my vendetta with the universe
but instead of doing that
i prefer to just lay here
while the small lights bounce off the ceilings and the walls
in a never ending rhythm
i'm not thinking of much (if im even thinking at all)
i'd rather sit in the small corner of the roof that's just right
and stare at the stars
and passing cars
but no, not tonight
tonight i'll lay here
staring at the ceiling
